Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Remember that cat?

She had been gone for months, and we had no idea what happened to her. Yesterday she came back, painfully skinny and wild-looking. She was so hungry she even ate dry bread, something that never happened before.

If cats could talk, I'm sure she would tell us an interesting story.

11 comments:

sita said...

Dear Anna,my respect to you! My name is Tiffany (my friends call me seetha) Im from Australia and stumbeled on your blog while finding info about fatherless children, you commented on this site and i followed your name link to your blog about 2 months ago & have been reading your nourishing words since. my daughter is 9 years old and 2 weeks ago she meet her father for the first time. Anyway, i have found renewed love and grace in my life just from the inspiration of reading your thoughts, and living in attunement with them, im a stay at home mum, also a nurse but the hours for a nurse a not family friendly! You have inspired me to bake, sew, sweep and arrange flowers in vases! Oh the joy of little things, i feel blessed to be having influence from you! You are a very rare being and i appreciate you! Kindly Seetha P.s I couldnt find your email so wrote the message here, maybe dont post it because its not about the cat! My greetings to the Cat! I dont use the gmail email account and dont expect a responce, just wanted to send my respect, my email address is seetha@live.com.au but have no expectations!

Asia said...

I love animals!!!

Anonymous said...

How sweet! We just moved into our first house, and were told several cats lived under our sheds in the back yard. Well, I see them every morning nimbly walking across the fence and curling up to the warm (I guess?) electrical box in the yard. So cute, huh? -Leah

Anonymous said...

Awwww... poor kitty! She's still super cute, though. Have you guys considered taking her in as your pet?

W

Anne Marie@Married to the Empire said...

Oh, I do hope you'll take care of that sweet kitty! At least make sure it isn't going hungry. I have a strong belief that when someone comes to us hungry--man or beast--we're obligated to feed him.

We had a stray cat for a few years as a result of that. I'd have called the shelter to come get him, but I feared he'd be euthanized, as he went wild if picked up. I never could get him over that fear. So, we gave him good food and a warm box to sleep in. I'd have taken him inside, but my 2 cats HATED him. And my husband didn't want another pet.

jAne said...

Oh the poor little dear. I would imagine his/her adventures are none too pleasant. If she'll allow you to touch her, please give her a little pet for me..then feed her again. Poor poor little dear.

jAne
tickleberry farm

Coffee Catholic said...

You know a cat must be hungry if it's scarfing down dry bread!!

Anna, did I tell you that I'm expecting twins?????? I've been off line for ages ~ the computer was being repaired. Again.

Erlend says we'll get a new one in another month or two. Yay!

Anonymous said...

Oh! Poor thing! Feed her some meat or milk or something!

Anonymous said...

This looks so like one of a litter that was born on our place this Spring. We would see the mother, but she never let us near her. My children would play with the kittens, but they have turned out kind of wild as well. We still see one here & there, usually hiding in some tall grass.

Brenda

Front Porch Society said...

Poor cat!! I hope she will recover from whatever trauma she has experienced. I am just an animal-lover and I hate to animals suffer!

Lady Anne said...

Two years ago, we found a black kitten sitting on the ridge pole of our barn. He came to me immediately, and was also skin and bones. We put down a dish of dry cat food and he just wolfed it down, "talking" the entire time. (Apparently his mum never told him not to talk with his mouth full!) After having told us his life story and how grateful he was for dinner - at least that's what I think he was saying! - he settled into hubby's lap for a nap.

We call the cat Eddy, after Sir Edmund Hillary, as he can get up onto the highest places. He keps our dogs in line, and generally makes himself useful as only a cat can.